أَذُمُّI decry إليكَto you عاديةَthe assault of الفِراقِparting
أَذُمُّ إليكَ عاديةَ الفِراقِ
وأحمَدُand I praise سائحَthe flowing stream of الدَّمعِtears المُراقِpoured forth
وأحمَدُ سائحَ الدَّمعِ المُراقِ
To you I decry the assault of parting,
I yearn for you, though we’re destined to part,
and praise the stream of tears poured forth.
And I laud the one whose tears freely start,
أَمِنْتُI felt safe from الكاشِحينَthe spiteful فَأَسْلَمَتْهُso they surrendered it
أَمِنْتُ الكاشِحينَ فَأَسْلَمَتْهُ
لذِكْراكَat the memory of you الشُّؤونُthe tear ducts إلىto المآقيthe eye-corners
لذِكْراكَ الشُّؤونُ إلى المآقي
I felt safe from the spiteful; so it was yielded,
I put my trust in the complainers, and so
at the thought of you, by the tear ducts to the eyes' corners.
For your memory, my days slide toward the dark,
ولمand could not أَملِكْrestrain غَراماًpersistent passion فيin اتَّئادٍslow steadiness
ولم أَملِكْ غَراماً في اتَّئادٍ
يؤَرِّقُنيkeeps me sleepless ودَمعاًand tears فيin استباقِa race
يؤَرِّقُني ودَمعاً في استباقِ
Nor could I restrain a slow, persistent passion
Nor can I own a passion that would
that keeps me sleepless, or tears racing one another.
Distress me so, with tears in eager spark,
وكيفَand how أَرُدُّcan I turn back أنفاساًsighs حِراراًburning
وكيفَ أَرُدُّ أنفاساً حِراراً
لوif ارتَدَّتْthey returned لأَحْرَقَتِthey would scorch التَّراقيthe collarbones
لو ارتَدَّتْ لأَحْرَقَتِ التَّراقي
And how could I turn back burning sighs?
How could I draw back searing breaths
If they returned, they would scorch my collarbones.
That if exhaled would set the air aflark?
أَرومُI seek دُنُوَّthe nearness of كاذبةِone false in التَّدانيdrawing near
أَرومُ دُنُوَّ كاذبةِ التَّداني
منto العُشَّاقِlovers صادِقَةِone true in الفِراقِparting
من العُشَّاقِ صادِقَةِ الفِراقِ
I seek the nearness of one false in drawing near
I seek to approach the liar in sweet talk,
to lovers, but true in parting.
Not the honest lovers we are set apart.
أَلَمَّvisited خَيالُهاher phantom والعِيسُand the pale camels حَسْرىexhausted
أَلَمَّ خَيالُها والعِيسُ حَسْرى
مَرافِقُهاtheir elbows وسائدُpillows للرِّفاقِfor the companions
مَرافِقُها وسائدُ للرِّفاقِ
Her phantom visited while the pale camels were exhausted,
Her phantom pains me, and the rue fills me,
their elbows serving as pillows for the companions.
My companions, pillows for the company.
فبِتْناso we passed the night والعُقودُand the necklaces لهاfor them انبتاتٌbreaking apart
فبِتْنا والعُقودُ لها انبتاتٌ
علىupon الأعناقِthe necks منfrom ضيقِthe tightness of العِناقِthe embrace
على الأعناقِ من ضيقِ العِناقِ
So we passed the night, necklaces breaking
We stayed put, necklaces tightened ‘round our necks,
upon our necks from the tightness of the embrace.
Choking in the narrowest complicity.
وراحٍand wine يَستَحِثُّurges haste بهاwith it ضَريبٌa drinking companion
وراحٍ يَستَحِثُّ بها ضَريبٌ
علىupon راحٍa palm يُخَيَّلُseems فيin احتراقِburning
على راحٍ يُخَيَّلُ في احتراقِ
And wine a drinking companion hurries round,
We took from her the alleys, though we
upon a palm that seems to be ablaze.
Were the alleys’ contents in verity.
سَلَبْناهاwe seized it الزِّقاقَthe wineskins ونحنُand we أَولَىmore entitled
سَلَبْناها الزِّقاقَ ونحنُ أَولَى
بماto what تحويcontain الزِّقاقُthe wineskins منthan الزِّقاقِthe wineskins
بما تحوي الزِّقاقُ من الزِّقاقِ
We stripped the wineskins of it—we have more right
With proportion, as though the sun revealed
to what the wineskins hold than the wineskins themselves—
Through it, to us, pure consistency.
بمتَّسِقٍwith a full cup كأَنَّas though الشَّمْسَthe sun تجلوreveals
بمتَّسِقٍ كأَنَّ الشَّمْسَ تجلو
عليناbefore us منهfrom it حَلْياًjewels فيin اتِّساقِordered arrangement
علينا منه حَلْياً في اتِّساقِ
with a full, rounded cup, as though the sun displayed
It has a pallor that revives the flock, and
from it before us jewels in ordered array.
Languor in breaths airy sheer.
لهit has أَرَجٌa fragrance يُحَيِّيgreets السِّرْبَthe flock وَهْناًlate at night
له أَرَجٌ يُحَيِّي السِّرْبَ وَهْناً
بأنفاسٍwith breaths مُطَيَّبَةٍperfumed رِقاقِdelicate
بأنفاسٍ مُطَيَّبَةٍ رِقاقِ
Its fragrance greets the flock late at night
Branches that say, when bent:
with delicate, perfumed breaths.
“Wine—the cupbearers never poured us!”
وأغصانand boughs تَقولُyou say إذاwhen تَثَنَّتْthey sway
وأغصان تَقولُ إذا تَثَنَّتْ
أَخَمْراًwas it wine? ماwhat سَقَتْهُنَّgave them to drink السَّواقيthe watercourses
أَخَمْراً ما سَقَتْهُنَّ السَّواقي
And boughs that make you say, when they sway,
Are the days confining my shackles
'Was it wine the watercourses gave them to drink?'
So I leave or unclamping my choke hold?
هَلِwill? الأَيَّامُthe days مُطْلِقَةٌreleasing وِثاقيmy bonds
هَلِ الأَيَّامُ مُطْلِقَةٌ وِثاقي
فأَرحلَso I may depart أَمor مُنَفِّسَةٌloosening خِناقيthe grip on my throat
فأَرحلَ أَم مُنَفِّسَةٌ خِناقي
Will the days release my bonds,
Is there in Damascus for me a face
so I may depart, or loosen the grip on my throat?
I would visit or one I flee?
وهَلand is there? بالشَّامِin al-Sham ليfor me وَجْهُa prospect of ارتيادٍseeking opportunity
وهَل بالشَّامِ لي وَجْهُ ارتيادٍ
أُقيمُI remain عليهupon it أَمor وَجهُa way of انطلاقِdeparture
أُقيمُ عليه أَم وَجهُ انطلاقِ
And do I have in al-Sham a prospect to pursue,
I held on, my palm never wavered,
on which I may stay, or a way to depart?
But the rope of my clinging did fail.
عَلِقْتُI clung فماso did not وَهَتْgrow weak كَفِّيmy hand ولكنْand yet
عَلِقْتُ فما وَهَتْ كَفِّي ولكنْ
وَهَىproved too weak عنfor قَبْضِهاits grasp حَبْلُthe rope of اعتلاقيmy attachment
وَهَى عن قَبْضِها حَبْلُ اعتلاقي
I clung; my hand did not weaken, but
And I say most: may he give Ibn Fahd
the rope I clung to proved too weak for its grasp.
His life—how his hospitality flowed!
وأكثرُand most often ماwhat أقولُI say سقَىmay ... water ابنَson of فَهْدٍFahd
وأكثرُ ما أقولُ سقَى ابنَ فَهْدٍ
حياًrain كَنَداهlike his bounty مُنْحَلَّloosened النِّطاقِthe girdle
حياً كَنَداه مُنْحَلَّ النِّطاقِ
And most often I say: 'May Ibn Fahd be watered
He pelted me with degradation till my glory sank,
by rain like his bounty, its girdle undone.'
And hope of catching up to him daily assailed,
رَمانيhe struck me بامتهانٍwith contempt فَلَّblunted غَربيmy edge
رَماني بامتهانٍ فَلَّ غَربي
وأطمَعَand made ... hope كلَّevery وَغْدٍlout فيof لَحاقيcatching up with me
وأطمَعَ كلَّ وَغْدٍ في لَحاقي
He assailed me with contempt that blunted my edge
And he was excessive in love toward estrangement
and gave every lout hope of catching up with me.
So when I drew near he swelled cracks in the veil.
وأَسرفَand he was extravagant فيin الوَدادِaffection علىdespite التَّنائيthe distance
وأَسرفَ في الوَدادِ على التَّنائي
فحينَbut when دَنَوْتُI drew near أسرفَhe was extravagant فيin الشِّقاقِdiscord
فحينَ دَنَوْتُ أسرفَ في الشِّقاقِ
And he was extravagant in affection despite the distance,
I walked in the dark, like the full moon
but when I drew near, extravagant in discord.
Lit long by my journey through the night.
وسِرْتُand I traveled فكُنتُso I was بَدْرَthe full moon of التَّمِّfullness أوفىbrought
وسِرْتُ فكُنتُ بَدْرَ التَّمِّ أوفى
بِهwith it طولُthe length of المَسيرِthe journey علىto المَحاقِthe moon's dark phase
بِه طولُ المَسيرِ على المَحاقِ
And I journeyed, a moon at the full, brought
And if the wine circulates I have from him
by the long journey to its dark phase.
Unruly mares no one can rein.
وليand for me منهfrom him إذاwhen ماever الكأسُthe cup دارَتْgoes round
ولي منه إذا ما الكأسُ دارَتْ
عَرابِدُdrunken outbursts لاnot يَقيprotects منهنَّfrom them وَاقِيa protector
عَرابِدُ لا يَقي منهنَّ وَاقِي
And from him, whenever the cup goes round, I receive
They keep me company, but gently
fits of drunken abuse from which no protector shields me.
I let them go, like the quiver’s loose shaft.
تُساوِرُنيthey assail me فأَلقاهاso I meet them برِفْقٍwith gentleness
تُساوِرُني فأَلقاها برِفْقٍ
كماjust as يَلْقىmeets فَحيحَthe hiss of الرُّقْشِspeckled snakes رَاقِيa snake-charmer
كما يَلْقى فَحيحَ الرُّقْشِ رَاقِي
They assail me, and I meet them gently,
They deafen me to the melodies so sweet
as a snake-charmer meets the hiss of speckled snakes.
And give me light from the pourer’s hand.
تُصِمُّthey deafen صَدايَmy hearing عنto نَغَمِthe notes of المَثانيpaired lute-strings
تُصِمُّ صَدايَ عن نَغَمِ المَثاني
وتُشرِقُنيand make me choke بماon what فيin كَفِّthe hand of سَاقِيa cupbearer
وتُشرِقُني بما في كَفِّ سَاقِي
They deafen my hearing to the notes of paired lute-strings
Those who drew me close now keep afar,
and choke me on what is in a cupbearer's hand.
Though my leg paves no fiery road.
ستُبْعِدُنيwill drive me away اللّواتيthose that قَرَّبَتْنيbrought me near
ستُبْعِدُني اللّواتي قَرَّبَتْني
وإنand even if لمhas not تَطْفُdied down نائِرَةٌa blaze أساقيI drink with others
وإن لم تَطْفُ نائِرَةٌ أساقي
Those that brought me near will drive me far away,
They pull me if Damascus cramps me,
and even if a blaze has not died down, I drink in company.
Into Iraq’s wide and open abode.
وتَجذبِنُيand draws me إذاif ماever الشَّامُal-Sham ضاقَتْgrows cramped
وتَجذبِنُي إذا ما الشَّامُ ضاقَتْ
عَليَّaround me رِحابُهits expanses رَحَبُthe breadth of العِراقِIraq
عَليَّ رِحابُه رَحَبُ العِراقِ
And I shall be drawn, if al-Sham grows cramped
Still, I leave behind an abiding love
in its expanses around me, by the breadth of Iraq.
Sheltered in the shrine of my chest’s depths,
علىdespite أنّيthe fact that I أُفارِقُpart عنwith وَدادٍaffection
على أنّي أُفارِقُ عن وَدادٍ
مُقيمٍabiding فيin حِمىthe sanctuary of الأحشاءِthe entrails باقيenduring
مُقيمٍ في حِمى الأحشاءِ باقي
Yet I part with an affection
And I recall your rope, firmly anchored,
that abides in the sanctuary of my entrails and endures.
And your sweet affection’s sapor kept
وأَذْكُرُand I remember حَبلَكَyour rope الثَّبْتَfirm in الأواخيthe tethering ties
وأَذْكُرُ حَبلَكَ الثَّبْتَ الأواخي
عليَّupon me وَوُدَّكَand your affection العَذْبَsweet in المَذاقِtaste
عليَّ وَوُدَّكَ العَذْبَ المَذاقِ
And I remember your rope, its fastenings firm
Remaining with unending tears
upon me, and your affection, sweet to the taste.
That flow but never flood or lap.
وأبقَىand I remain غَيْرَnot مُسْتَبْقٍholding back دُموعاًtears
وأبقَى غَيْرَ مُسْتَبْقٍ دُموعاً
تَفيضُoverflow ولاand do not تَغيضُebb علىover الإباقِflight from one's master
تَفيضُ ولا تَغيضُ على الإباقِ
And I shall remain, holding back no tears
How many a slave recalls a master’s deeds
that overflow and never ebb over my flight.
And melts for the kindnesses shown of old!
وكمand many a عَبْدٍslave تَذَكَّرَremembered فِعْلَthe deeds of مَولىًa master
وكم عَبْدٍ تَذَكَّرَ فِعْلَ مَولىً
فحَنَّthen yearned إلىfor سَجاياهhis traits الرِّقاقِgentle
فحَنَّ إلى سَجاياه الرِّقاقِ
And many a slave has remembered a master's deeds
God’s peace upon a steed, when it paces
and yearned for his gentle ways.
The staff of the race in its manifold,
سلامُthe peace of اللهِGod منكfrom you علىupon جَوادٍa generous man
سلامُ اللهِ منك على جَوادٍ
إذاwhen جارىhe races حوىwins قَصَبَthe prize-reed of السِّباقِthe race
إذا جارى حوى قَصَبَ السِّباقِ
God's peace, conveyed by you, upon a generous man
Ambling at ease through the lengthy portico,
who, when he races, wins the race's prize-reed.
No far place too far for it to bolt.
سَماhe rose للمَجْدِtoward glory مُبْيَضَّwhite in الأَياديhands
سَما للمَجْدِ مُبْيَضَّ الأَيادي
فَسيحَbroad in الظِّلِّshade مُمتَدَّfar-stretching in الرِّواقِcanopy
فَسيحَ الظِّلِّ مُمتَدَّ الرِّواقِ
He rose toward glory, his hands white,
I stood over it, love brought to rest,
his shade broad, his canopy far-stretching.
Fixed in tenderness and the narrow way.
فلمso did not تَبْعُدْlie too far عليهfor him لهfor him أَقاصٍfarthest reaches
فلم تَبْعُدْ عليه له أَقاصٍ
ولمand did not تَصعُبْprove difficult عليهfor him لهfor him مَراقيascents
ولم تَصعُبْ عليه له مَراقي
So no farthest reach proved too distant for him,
Thanks that no misfortune swerved
nor did any ascent prove too hard for him.
Or blocked the road forever and a day.
وَقَفْتُI dedicated عليهto him وُدّاًaffection مُستكِناًhidden within
وَقَفْتُ عليه وُدّاً مُستكِناً
تَمَكَّنَtook firm hold فيin الشِّغافِthe heart's membrane وفيand in الصِّفاقthe abdominal lining
تَمَكَّنَ في الشِّغافِ وفي الصِّفاق
I have devoted to him a deeply hidden love,
It’s enough I meet my hopes at dawn
firmly lodged in the heart's sheath and the belly's lining,
When I see and embrace you, like day breaks.
وشُكْراًand gratitude ماas long as حداurged onward with song الأَظعانَthe caravans حادٍa camel-driver
وشُكْراً ما حدا الأَظعانَ حادٍ
وماand as long as أخذَtakes الطَّريقُthe road منfrom الطِّراقِthe travelers
وما أخذَ الطَّريقُ من الطِّراقِ
and gratitude, as long as a driver chants the caravans onward,
and as long as the road takes its toll of travelers.
وحَسْبيand enough for me منof مُباشَرَةِfulfilling الأمانيwishes
وحَسْبي من مُباشَرَةِ الأماني
صَبوحيmy morning draught منof لِقائِكَmeeting you واغتِباقيand my evening draught
صَبوحي من لِقائِكَ واغتِباقي
And enough for me, in fulfilling my wishes,
is my morning draught of meeting you, and my evening draught.
Partial English translation: 64 of 68 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1